“It may possess a somewhat masculine quality.” We can modify any aspect you find unsatisfactory. This applies to everything in this residence. You may alter anything you desire. No particular matter holds significance for me, so I support whatever brings you joy!I knit my brows.
“This is not masculine; it is beautiful.” I adore navy blue, and the room remains bright and spacious.
“Should you reconsider,” he remarks. Alyssa is playing in her room, adjacent to ours. I reclined on what will soon be our bed.
I extend my hand towards his, and he reciprocates by grasping it. I draw him closer and nestle against him.
“I have not yet marked you,” he informs me.
I laugh, “I am aware.” Are you implying that you wish to?I enquire.
“Certainly, but that is not the reason I articulated it.” You referred to me as Dad, Alyssa smiled.
“Is that acceptable?””
“Naturally, it caught me off guard,” he smiles.
“I concluded that if you persistently treat her as your daughter, it is illogical for you not to be referred to as her Dad,” I admit.
“Thank you. Now, let us return to the evaluation of your performance.” He begins.
“Let us analyze,” I remark with amusement. I prefer not to discuss mutual marking. I prefer to act spontaneously in the moment. Such as this evening. He expresses discontent at my alteration of the topic.
“What?””
“I wish to designate you,” he asserts resolutely.
The Alpha within him likely hesitates to introduce me to his pack without having marked me. To other wolves, an unmarked wolf remains unassociated. He is seated on the bed, while I am positioned in front of him. I crouch and grasp his face with my hands.
“This evening,” I murmur.
His smile envelops his face as he seizes my face and kisses me deeply and passionately. This man possesses exceptional kissing skills.
The bathtub in our ensuite appears exceptional, and I am eager to utilise it. I play music on my phone while soaking in a hot bath, which is immensely relaxing and gratifying. I awaken upon detecting the aroma of my delectable mate. He is positioned against the door frame.
“You appear as though you are on the verge of slumber,” he remarks with a smirk.
“No, merely unwinding.” Would you like to accompany me? “There is ample space,” I assert to persuade him, but he requires little persuasion, as he begins to undress. He is stunning in every aspect, and I cannot restrain my intense scrutiny of him. I observe his face, where he displays a smug smirk, clearly aware of my inappropriate behaviour. Experiencing a slight sense of embarrassment, I merely chuckle.
He enters the tub and positions himself behind me, while I recline against him, resting my back on his chest. The sensation of our bare bodies in proximity is inherently erotic; however, his hands swiftly traverse my form as he begins to kiss my neck. Sparks abound, and the water fails to extinguish the fire within me. I soon find myself panting, as one of his hands moves to my bud, and he begins to rub it, resulting in my complete loss of control. I extend my hand behind his head and lean in to kiss him. Shortly, I am expressing pleasure against his lips while feeling his erect member against my back, and I can no longer endure it.
I pivot and position myself over him. I gradually insert him within me, and he gazes at me with half-closed eyes, “Damn, Celine,” he moans. His eyes are obsidian, and they greatly arouse me. I am indifferent to his lack of protection; in fact, the notion of him depositing his seed within me enhances my arousal. I desire to have his children.
I mount him, and all sensations are pleasurable. One of his hands is on my posterior, while the other rests on my back as he kisses my neck. He withdraws to establish eye contact, stating, “I wish to mark you,” he rasps.
“Execute it!”I lament.
“Are you certain?”He enquires, scrutinising my gaze.
“I implore you, Cohen!”I implore. He utters a curse softly and begins to kiss my neck.
I am exhilarated by the fervour of our love and the significance of his marking me. I sense his fangs graze my neck, and I realise it is imminent. My fingers are pressing into his back, attempting to restrain myself. His fangs penetrate my skin, eliciting a loud moan from me, while he growls against my flesh, culminating in our simultaneous climax. He releases my neck and licks the bite mark to seal it.
We are both panting, attempting to regain our breath, and once he finishes, I lean my head on his shoulder, descending from an unparalleled euphoria. Cohen is gliding his fingertips along my back and kissing the side of my head.
“Was it painful?””
“No.” “Not in the slightest,” I respond with a chuckle. “It resembled an overwhelming full-body o****m,” I convey to him.
“It is my turn,” he grins, and I laugh at his enthusiasm. I proceed to his neck and initiate by kissing to tantalise him. I nibble slightly, and when prepared, I sense my fangs extend, and I puncture his lower neck. He emits a loud groan and breathes heavily. I am pleased that I was able to evoke in him the emotions he instilled in me. I release my grip and apply my tongue to the bite mark to seal it.
His head is reclined, and his eyes are shut as he attempts to regain his breath. I am unable to suppress my smile. He remains stationary, yet he begins to speak. “I love you more than I can articulate,” he confesses.
“There is no need for an explanation; I am aware.” “I love you equally.” We unwind for several minutes before taking a shower together to cleanse ourselves.
I dry myself and enter bed unclothed with Cohen. I seize my phone. “What is your current activity?”He enquires.
Norah informed me about this application. At the time, it held little significance, but it now carries considerable weight. It is an ovulation application. We engaged in unprotected intercourse, and I seek to ascertain the possibility of becoming pregnant. You input the date of your last menstruation, and it subsequently indicates the days on which you are likely to be fertile. Is that excessive information?“I inquire.”
He furrows his brows and states, “Babe, I am a man.” “A period is not excessive information,” he asserts plainly.
